A young boy stood up with clear confusion in his eyes. 

"Ugh, my head, what the hell happened?"

... 

"Now, I'm not clear on the details of how I got into this state I'm currently in, but let me see if going down memory lane helps. 

My name is Orson Grey. Ok, day of birth, apparently, I'm a bastard child, and according to what I've been able to collect from neighbors' whispers, my mum's pleadings, and my dad's abusiveness was that when I was born, my dad knew instantly I wasn't his, even without the midwives casting a gene tracing spell, in fact, everyone present there knew, and how is it they knew you ask, well, it's simple really, my hair color. 

According to myths and legends, a divine being fell in love with a mortal. They married and started a family together. Later in life, during a battle with a long rival 9f his, he discovered that the children he had raised unto adulthood were not his, but rather his rival whom he had just defeated. 

Heartbroken and enraged, he set out to give his wife and children divine punishment but ended up only punishing his wife, punishment unknown, and spared his children because, according to him, "these are my children that I raised, and they had no idea of their mother's evil. "

After that, he left the world, setting out for a new place to live in peace, but not without giving mankind a gift of hair color to expose the unfaithful. 

You see, when a child is born, they have four different hair colors, matching that of their grandparents. It is only after the baby has been weaned off its mother's milk that its hair color becomes uniform, a blend of the four original colors. It isn't still a very solid marker for infidelity, but it works. 

I've always been bullied also, and this was because I had no magical energy. Having no magical energy in a world brimming with divine and magic power wasn't really uncommon, but those who didn't have made up a very small population. So, being an easy picking, I was made a dummy for practice since I couldn't hit back, right? Nope, I always had knives on me, anyone who messed with me got stabbed, and the icing on the cake was that adults turned a blind eye as long as there was no loss of life, and this, I have my father to thank for.

Yes, my father, the man who really isn't my father, discovered early on my knack for analytical and logical reasoning and my cognitive agility. He was an artificer and I helped him get out of many sticky situations at work with my ingenuity. 

He was nice to me at times, but other times, especially when he got drunk, I was in for a world of pain; well, to say the truth, even when he was in nice mode, I was still in for some pain collecting, his idea of training. 

The whole training thing started when I was tasked to pick up a spark reactor for him; everything was going smoothly until one of my bullies spotted me and decided to use me as a sport. To cut a long story short, the spark reactor was broken; I was dealt pain by my father, and then he decided to train me to protect myself, not for myself, but for his properties. Basically, I was cheap labor, no scratch that, I was free labor, and he wasn't ready to throw free labor away just yet. To my mum, I was abused by my father on a daily, and I agreed with her at first, but later on, I took it as training. 

About a year later, I got into a fight, was hit with a fireball, and got burnt really badly on my back. Instead of the perps to quickly take me to a clinic they just stood over me and were guffawing like they had just achieved something great. 

I cried out loud for help, all to no avail. One thing was certain, though, and that was I was still brimming with life, but I pretended to be in a state of near death. As expected, the three numb skulls that jumped me showed no intention of getting me help, so I enacted my plan to draw at least one of them closer, and so I started mumbling some words, then filled with curiosity and mockery, one of them bent down and leaned towards my face. 

Long story short, someone got stabbed in the arm, and two others ran away, and later returned with some grown-ups, including my father; medical attention was then rendered to us. The parent of the boy who I stabbed attempted to get one in on me, but my dad quickly caught and pulled a martial arts move that left the parent in pain, and me in awe. 

He then went on ahead in my defense to say that it was all fair play; I got my back burnt, and the other kid got his arm stabbed, nobody died, lessons were learned, and the case was dismissed.

From that day, kids and even adults became more cautious around me, well, it still didn't stop the children from having a go at me, but whoever did knew what they were getting themselves into. In my opinion, I think those kids were spurred on by their parents and guardians, and after coming up with many theories about the reason, I still could not comprehend why. Hehehe, you thought I found the reason? Common, I'm not a detective, or am I? 

Wait, why are the walls of this place white, and are those nurses and doctors? Oh, so I woke up in a hospital, I guess the last fight I had was pretty epic for me to be in this state. Ugh! My whole body hurts. Are those casts I see on my legs and arms? Don't tell me they're broken, hey, even if they're broken, what the hell happened to healing magic? Can someone please tell me why I'm in this state?"